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g-check - waka flocka flame lyrics

“g-check”
(feat. yg hootie, bo deal, joe moses)

i see this n-gg- reppin’, right side hangin’,
flamed up bangin’, what set yo -ss claimin’?
g check [x8]
i ran up on this n-gg-, who yo big homie?
asked him what his lingo, he said i don’t need no
g check [x8]
ran up on this n-gg-, finna check the boy status
look him right up in his eyes like, n-gg- where you from?
who yo big homie? what block you n-gg-s bang?
who you know up on that yard, talkin’ real big homies.
respect all the riders, g checkin’ all the phonies
you f-ckin’ with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me
i’m from west side (?), west side (?)
god bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies,
i’m taking n-gg-s flags, you better leave the spot
for all n-gg-s on my block, it’s like me snitching to the cops,
outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then,
i ain’t give my name for free, f-ck i had to get it in

n-gg- frontin’, i’m hit him up,
n-gg- what, we can get em up
p-ssy n-gg-s aint real as us
just like a candle i lit em up
always talking that tough sh-t
i ain’t the n-gg- to f-ck with
choppers loading up, n-gg-s folding up,
superman couldn’t duck this,
(?), big boss, vl is all i know,
catch ya in that field hoe,
steamers rolling up real slow
n-gg-s breaking out scared as f-ck,
tuck and tail, you a man or what?
i ain’t think so, c-ck and squeeze i’m dropping everything standing up
lay down and get laid down,
40 cal and they came down
what you claim, better say it now,
got a gun better spray it now
oh you will get your -ss knocked off with the (?),
topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce

it’s money over everything,
five, four wedding rings,
married to the mob, all i know is mighty brim game
b’s up what it do,
5-0-5-2,
37-62, (?) is like a f-cking zoo,
lions and them tigers, i be mobbing like them yg’s,
ak-a chopper n-gg-, silence when that chopper squeeze,
f-ck em waka flocka all out it’s like the new mob,
when we say f-ck em new west, this is brick squad,
down like i’m ‘posed to be, n-gg-s don’t get close to me,
i’m blood and b-tch this blood’s on the set, this how it supposed to be,
we thuggin b-tch, we supposed to beef,
we killin’ sh-t, you supposed to grieve,
shug gotti tell em who got the streets (hahahaha)

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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